| Now I got the juice
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| Now I’m feelin' loose
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| Now I got the juice
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| Now I’m feelin' loose
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| Now I got the juice
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| Now I’m feelin' loose
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| Now I’m fellin' loose
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| Now-now I’m feelin' loose
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| Now I got the juice
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| Now-now I got the juice
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| Now I got the juice
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| Now-now I got the juice
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| Now I got the juice
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| Now-now I got the juice
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| Now I got the juice
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| Now I’m feelin' loose
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| Now I got the juice
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| Now I’m feelin' loose
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| Jumping out the coupe, crushed jewels on my tooth
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| Two yellow companions at my mansion mud wrastlin'
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| Five minutes after might swang through White Castle
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| Don’t get it confused I done broke all the rules
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| Don’t get it twisted you see my name in hieroglyphics
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| Flippin' up my phone touch screen Motorola
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| Daddy, what’s baking soda?
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| I noticed, I stay focused
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| Everybody noted that my words fully loaded
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| Nah I ain’t no rapper
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| Acres Homes high capper
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| A-1 trapper and a fifth wheel relaxer
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| Flip game like spatula
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| Bleed block like Dracula
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| In my trunk an AR
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| Throw hands like César
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| Make you feel worthless, trap out the entire purchase
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| You think I ain’t gon shine, you out your rabbit ass mind — BITCH
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| Hater repellant on my body
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| Trunk kicking like karate
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| Pop it up like a Ducati
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| Riding shotty in the big body
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| They call me big naughty
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| And bitching to get my stacks
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| Chill in the jacuzzi but relaxing like a bubble bath
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| Fit cost me 2 stacks
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| Shoes cost me double that
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| Gucci up on my waistline and I’m walking it like Johnny Cash
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| On the gas you can see my stock
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| Contagious never stops
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| Cabbage wrapped in rubber bands
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| Wrinkle free like botox
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| Swag poppin' like four Glocks
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| I got them fast feet
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| Haters talking down I’ll run up on em like a track meet
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| I got that mac heat, affiliated but recognized
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| Everybody know I’m on the rise, so they on my side
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| Baby she love to ride, punch it like a gas gauge
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| Hit it up like Johnny Cage and twist it up like Riff Raff’s braids
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| Fitted like a pair of Jays, eight keys and DK
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| Get the repellant out and spray it on me like a can of Raid
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| I’m on that MVP shit, call me Joe Montana
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| I got more juice than Minute Maid or Tropicana
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| I do what I do to upset a hater
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| I stay on the roll like toilet paper
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| Beans and Cornbread on the beat so it’s bumpin'
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| I’m staying on my toes like I’m reaching for something
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| Fuck what you say — I so hot
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| Call me Will Smith — I, Robot
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| Need a hostage team, I am your supplier
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| I’m Denzel Washington, Man on Fire
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| I am not a rapper, I am a musician
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| I stay high like college tuition
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| So hater, keep on barking
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| We in the front like handicap parking
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| Yeah you fresh but you ain’t fresh like we
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| Recognize Records — Hip Hop Ent
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| Dodging paparazzi, ninja bike is Kawasaki
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| Yes I’m not comparable
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| Your gal is getting hysterical
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| K-pak from Pakistan
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| My skin like some quicksand
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| Packing like an Astro van
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| My spaceship needs a kickstand
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| Never been a scrawny cat
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| Gunning at your Pontiac
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| Slangin' at the laundromat
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| The basement where she’s buried at
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| Blood on Fire, turning heads like a pliers
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| No batteries required
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| Rap game Michael Myers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Juice , by - Riff Raff. Song from the album Greatest Hits, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп